Despite the draw to stay in my sweats and lounge around all day, Bean and I were starting to get restless, so I had to come up with something to do. First, it was bath time. I decided to make things more interesting by ditching the inflatable ducky and putting him directly in the bathtub. Which then reminded me why I haven't done that before: I never clean the bathtub. After a quick scrub, I ran the water and plopped in the Bean. He seemed to wonder what happened to his ducky, but he liked it just fine. Then Evey kept whining and scratching at the side of the tub. She was still fluffy clean from her own bath last night, and the water was shallow enough that she'd hardly get even her paws wet, so I tossed her in with the baby. Turns out she just wanted to drink the bath water. After a quick taste, she wisely decided it wasn't for her and just stood there uncomfortably while Bean babbled at her and pet her. It was super cute, and I wished I had my camera handy. But despite my many questionable parenting decisions (dog in the bath with the baby, anyone?), I do have the brains not to run out of the bathroom to grab it. Maybe next time I'll be prepared.
Then I called DH at work to complain about my conflicting desires to both do absolutely nothing whatsoever and yet not die of boredom. He suggested that we meet for lunch, but he checked his calendar and
I'll tell you one thing we could be doing today but aren't -- seeing the Easter Bunny. When Bean and I were cruising around the mall on Tuesday, I spotted the giant rabbit reclining in his giant rabbit chair and thought, "What better way to honor Jesus's crucifixion and resurrection than putting Bean on some costumed stranger's lap and letting him scream his head off while we pay through the nose to take home a souvenir photo!" DH still hasn't forgiven me for taking Bean to see Santa without him, and even worse, for snipping off the tiny rat tail on Bean's hair while he was at work ("I missed his first HAIRCUT!"), so of course I asked DH if the three of us could go see the Easter Bunny this weekend. His response: "Really? You want to take him to see the Easter Bunny? I didn't even know people did that until you showed me that picture of the scariest Easter Bunny ever. I never went to see him growing up. It sounds like a waste of $25 to me." My reply: "So you don't mind if we go without you during the week, then?" His answer: "No, you can't go without me! If you do take him, I am going too." Me: "So you don't think I should take him, but if I do, you want to go?" Him: "Exactly." Right, and it's women who always get a bad rap for being contradictory. Anyway, maybe we'll go this weekend... if it doesn't conflict with the Spartan game, of course.
As laziness does not breed interesting pictures, I don't have many to share. But here are a few I took of Bean and Evey. My Mom asked for a picture of the both of them for her fridge, and although getting my toddler and dog to look decent at the same moment as the camera snaps is about as challenging as capturing Bigfoot on film, I endeavor anyway. Because I love my Mom.